Stuck To Me || Aizawa Shouta x Student Reader

Chapter thirteen

"Look, hawks, I just really need to get going now the second round is about to start,"

"So give me your number, and I'll let you g-"

"Please just leave me alone!"

You swung open the door.

"Oh my god, hawks, just my luck," You shouted, pointing the camera at the bird.

The man winced, taking his hand off Momo's shoulder and concealing his shook with a sinister grin.

It's like he's done this before,' you thought before shoving the phone in his face.

"Hawks, why don't you say hi to my live," I screeched before mouthing a few "get out" to Momo.

She gave you a thankful bow as she quickly left for the arena.

"Oh, I do like chicken. Thanks for asking user 13-"

"Okay, that's it for today. Thanks for joining me. The second round is about to start. Go watch it on the UA website," you rushed, cutting off Hawke's fun by snatching the phone off him and ending the stream.

"You disgusting. If you ever speak to Momo like that again, I will end your career." You said, turning and walking out of the door.

"You don't deserve to be a hero, prev." You slammed the door, leaving the 'perv' a blubbering mess.

***

The events had passed in an expected way; it ended up a shit show. The one example that stood out was that Shinsou didn't even pass the first match of the third round, which may have gotten your commentator rights taken from you. Sighing, you spun in your chair, leaning on your headrest.

"Yn, let go," Aizawa said, pulling at the grasp the scarf had on his neck. Getting startled by his deep voice, you sat up straight. Looking around, you started to reach the door where the man had been waiting.

"Where's Hizashi." You questioned, walking down the concrete stairs.

"He left a while ago,"

"Hmm, I did notice," a blank look overcoming your features.

"How," the man smiles, holding the door under your bleachers.

"I don't know, I guess I'm just tired," You said, a little too excitedly to be true.

"Ya no," Shouta chuckled, which made your heart flutter.

Soon, the two of you were amongst a plethora of unique stands, each one made by a student. The pathway lacked people, only a few sweaty outlying viewers get snacks for the next year of students.

"It's so hot; how are you not sweating under all those, bandages." You said, fanning your damp face.

"You still look so perfect when you sweat ~" Aizawa whispered, just soft enough for you not to hear.

"What did you say,"

"I said I run cold, so I don't usually sweat. Still, I am getting hot,"

"Oh, okay... do you want me to tie up your hair,"

"Yes, please," Aizawa said, sitting on the curb. You followed suit, pulling off a black elastic from your wrist. Your hair was too short to tie up properly. Still, you always kept one on you, just in case.

Gathering his hair, you pulled it into a ponytail,

"All done," you said, letting go of his black hair and accidentally brushing against the back of his neck.

"Shouta, you so cold, you're like an ice pack," you gasped, pressing your hands against him before kneeling and plessing your warm cheeks against his neck.